I am waiting to find out how many of you click on the photo hoping to see what comes out of that pipe. I didn’t do it. I still don’t know what comes out of that pipe, but the caption says that, whatever it is, it will strain my sense of credulity. I’m betting it is Amelia Earhart or a clown. Or one of the lost Monets. Or my high school counselor, Dean Rothy – whom I was told is dead (which was welcomed news), so imagine my surprise if it is Dean Rothy who comes out of that pipe.